Malcolm Bright

When Malcolm pauses a few steps from the bottom of the stairs, Neal calls out softly.

“Malcolm?”

He descends just behind the other man, somehow there when seconds ago he wasn’t. He rests a hand against the small of Malcolm’s back. “Do you want to go home? We can go home. It’s been an exhausting day for you.”

Martin leans against the corner of his desk, sipping from a mug of cocoa. “Are you going to tell him or shall I?”

Neal doesn’t seem to notice his presence.